Sometimes I really really hate people. I hate the social situations, interactions, opinions, moods, emotions, you name it. Sometimes it drives me so unbelievably crazy. Sometimes it makes me so unbelievably mad. At the moment the boy on my hall who I had an issue with earlier is being a jerk. He ended up opting out of the University Counseling Sessions once he found out I had agreed to go.
He bitched at me today for talking to myself while I packed things in the hall for storage over the summer, saying that during reading peroid there were quite hours. He proceeded (within the hour) to play music on his computer in the lounge while the rest of us sat there working on our computers.
He loves to claim he's been through a lot of things in his life and that he's had a tough life. He uses this an excuse to judge others. I don't doubt he might have had a tough life. I think we all do, what's tough for one person might be modest in comparison to another. But we only experience what life throws at us, not what it throws at someone else.
It bothered me to no end when I finally confronted him about what this "tough" part of his life was. His answer: that he'd been raised in an urban area where he was the minority, a white male, to a school full of white preps, and then back to a high school where he was once again in the minority. I don't doubt that this was difficult. But f-off dude, just becuase you think you've been through hell doesn't mean that you have the right to tell people that they haven't been through anything. Example: he voiced his opinion about a girl on our hall that is dealing with serious mood/depression issues. He basically said that she needs to grow up and deal. He doesn't even know that she is actually not well. He doesn't know what she struggles with, he doesn't know her past.
Does he know one of our friends put a double barrel shot gun in his mouth and pulled the trigger? The barrel that wasn't loaded was the one that went off. Does he know that?
Does he know another friend was sick for most of her childhood? That another spent more days sick than in school in high school? Does he know that a friend of ours was sexually abused? Does he know another was mugged and slashed with a knife when he tried to fight back and just stopped taking his anti-depressants? Does he know that one girl is extremely self conscious about her appearance because she was teased? Does he know one girl had tumors removed when she was a child? Does he know one guy went through an open heart surgery? Does he know that one girl had a best friend who stabbed his step father? Does he know that one girl has only met her father two times?
You know what, dude? I'm sorry you're blind and ignorant to the world around you. You're right though about one thing: we do all need to grow up, you just need to take your own advice as well because you're miles behind a lot of others. And I am still sorry for losing my temper at you. Don't tell me when I am or am not sorry, you do not know me.
